Monday, November 30, 2015

My View #165 - Smoke

Smoke is funny stuff, smoke is and has volume, density, color content, but you cannot hold it. It comes in many colors, it can be fun or disaster. Usually it has an odor, and if near, at any time, causes concern, fear, or laughter. If you have ever been in a house or other building where a fire has begun, you know the feeling of fear. Escape is the only thing on your mind. Fire is the root of all smoke, and where there is smoke, somewhere low-down, or in the soil, smolders warm, soon to erupt, smoke from flames. It might take hours or days, as long as it gets oxygen, smoke lets us know a fire is brewing. So if you see smoke in the woods, phone 911.

Fun fire is usually at a BBQ or a bonfire, and we enjoy the smoke from these because of friendships with others. Also smoke is pleasant when burning autumn leaves and dead wood. Smoke is or was used eons ago, by Native people and others, for signals between tribes and countries. People love to see smoke when they smoke cigarettes, cigars and pipes. So there you have it. Did you ever think of all the kinds of smoke?

August 4, 2009

For years I enjoyed bonfires and campfires. When I was a child, Letty and my father made a bonfire in the fall, after the vegetables were harvested, on the earth. Friends and neighbors came, and that is where I learned to roast marshmallows. Then, when I was raising my own children, we loved sitting around a campfire, singing and (of course) roasting marshmallows. The photo below is me around 1991 or 1992, camping near Port Hardy, British Columbia. No smoke, but you can see the flames on our campfire.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

My View #164 - It is Hot!

Yes, it is hot and if you were raised in a hot place, like southern Alberta (Canada's desert country), you learn to cope with it. For 57 years of Prairie life, you learn what to do when it gets up to 100 F - 115 F, every summer we had some days like today, 32C, (90F.) In very cold winters, temperatures would often be -40F to -45F, you expected it, and dressed for it too.

This current heat wave is unusual for here, I feel sorry for all who don't like it, including me. I am not used to the humidity, which we didn't have in S. Alberta. It is an experience, wet heat is so different from dry heat. That is it for today and Carol, dear Carol, is going to come over today.

Letty's memory of high temperatures in Medicine Hat and Calgary is a long way off.  Medicine Hat is not considered a desert. Rather, it is prairie farmland, although some cacti and a type of rattlesnake live there. 

The only true desert in Canada is in Osoyoos, BC.
Osoyoos Desert. Photo courtesy of Tourism BC
The average daily high temperature for July in Calgary is 70F (23C.)  

In Medicine Hat, the average daily high temperature is 82F.

In Calgary in July 2015, a record high of 36.1C was recorded. (about 97F.)

The highest temperature recorded in Medicine Hat was 41.2C, (about 102F) recorded in 1881, eighteen years before Letty's birth. There were a few hot days each summer, but not the steady days of heat in her memory, which is slipping quite a bit at the time she writes this post.

Her ability to tolerate heat decreased with age. She never lived in an air-conditioned home, not unusual in Canada, and when it was hot, she turned on her fan, closed the blinds, and stayed indoors. 

Friday, November 27, 2015

My View #163 - The Human Touch

I was in hospital for a few days recently, and was struck to see a tableau so lovely, it made me shed a tear. An old man, unable to feed himself, was being spoon-fed by a nurse. That is nothing new, it is every meal, every day it happens, but this was different, it was their faces that told the story. His face, very old, looked with gratitude, love and trust and thanks. Her face was understanding, patient, her eyes full of compassion, and a smile in her eyes and on her mouth. The old being helped by the young. God bless them, it is a hard life but all nurses do it well. This is just one unexpected case, of seeing the best at a moment in time, I won't ever forget.

Letty Evans
July 24, 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

My View #161 - Medicine Hat

Medicine Hat, "the town that was born lucky, with all hell for a basement." That was the quote from the writer Rudyard Kipling.

It was a wonderful place to be born in the year 1913, a very progressive, busy city, with a good climate, one thousand feet above sea level, with the South Saskatchewan River running through it, and gas (natural gas) by the ton under the land.

What a great place, said the CPR (Canadian Pacific Railway,) let's build here, a hub city it will be, and it was. So they built a train bridge to cross the river, a Round House, freight yards, a beautiful Station and lovely gardens. This was the hub of the whole city, a CPR city, of about 6000 in 1913.
Photo by Parks Canada from 1976 of the Medicine Hat Railway Station

In the next few years, hundreds of people from Europe and the USA came to farm, build homes and communities and to work in the city. It was very busy and progress was fast. Even then it boasted three big flour mills, a general hospital, nurses' home, maternity hospital, isolation hospital, city hall, beautiful court house, 9 schools, 2 colleges, great library, ice arena, tennis and badminton courts, and more.
Medicine Hat Courthouse. Photo by Alberta Culture and Community Spirit, 2006
When I moved away in 1944, 10,000 people lived there. Now the population is over 44,000, not bad for a small town. My parents loved Medicine Hat, so do I.

July 5, 2009
(6 weeks to my 96th birthday - whoopee!)

It is 37 years since I was last in the "Hat" to see Dorothy. (Dorothy Crane, a friend from her youth.)
A view of Medicine Hat in modern times. Photo by JR and Jeremy Steinke
Canada's Historic Places describes the railway station and courthouse and some other historic places in Medicine Hat.
The current (2015) population of Medicine Hat is 61,180.
Medicine Hat was not a railway hub, as Letty believes. Calgary, now a city of over a million, rapidly outgrew Medicine Hat and became the major hub for Alberta. Medicine Hat had railway lines extending south to the US border, and southwest to Lethbridge. Now, many of these branch lines have been abandoned or turned over to other uses.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

My View #157 - Tea Kettles and Coffee Pots

There are a lot of interesting types of both these items, so I thought I'd put my memories on paper. Both things have a long history. I remember a large silver coloured kettle we had, with a hinged lid on top, on one side of the handle. It must have held over a gallon, and heated water on bath night.

Old tea kettle, something like what Letty describes. All water was heated on the stove before people had running hot water from a tap, so the kettles were enormous.
As years rolled on, the kettles all got a bit smaller, and much easier to handle. Most of them now are small and whistle, or are supposed to and don't They serve a purpose.
A new, whistling kettle. For safety, most stove-top kettles now have whistles, and electric kettles have automatic shut-offs, to avoid having them boil dry.
Coffee pots, the old blue enamel ones, were big, ugly things too, as more folks drank coffee. Most farmers drank coffee, and they hardly ever threw out the old grounds before the pot was half-full of grounds, then the coffee tasted like arsenic. Phew!
An antique coffee pot. You can still buy pots much like this for camping.
By the way, go to the old Dog House Restaurant. (a restaurant in Duncan, BC, where Letty lived.) They have an excellent display of old-time articles on the shelves above your head. It is worth the trip.

Letty Evans
24th of May holiday, 2009

Now that I live in America, where tea drinkers are an endangered species, I have encountered two ladies who did not know the difference between a kettle and a teapot. For the record, the kettle is used to heat the water, and can either be electric, or the kind you put on top of the stove. When the water boils, you pour it into the teapot, which contains a teabag or loose tea, depending on preference. The tea steeps in the teapot, and then you pour it from there into cups.

The secret to good tea is to heat the water to a full, rolling boil, and then pour it over the tea.

Monday, November 23, 2015

My View #156 - Fear

Fear is a destructive quantity in anyone's life, and we all have it in some degree or other. How we deal with this unwanted thing is up to each person. Fear and worry go hand-in-hand, fear striking first and then the worry.

We only have two weapons to fight this menace, Hope and Prayer, always strong in the human. We can help others better than we can help our own self, and to me it seems strange. Maybe there is something missing in my mind, where all thoughts occur, but I'l deal with that later. My opinions don't mean anything to anyone else, but fear can make you ill if you don't deal with it. My own way is, "what is to be, will be, all this is in God's hands, then pray." So I do.

Give it a try, it might help.

Letty Evans
May 2009

Although Letty's life was in danger when she travelled to England during WW2, at no other time in her life, of which I am aware, did she face such a dangerous, fear-inducing situation.  I believe she is writing about more intimate fears, such as her fear of falling, fear of being useless, fear of being alone. Her solutions of hope and prayer were her weapons, but less effective for her than she claims.

Today's high levels of fear, even paranoia, from the threat of terrorist attacks around the world, require action to eliminate the root causes of terrorism. Prayer, certainly. Hope without action, however, is useless.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

My View #159 - Prairie Love

I love the prairie, open, free and boundless, with skies so blue and clear. For over fifty-seven years I lived the life of a prairie woman. My Grandma, my oldest sister, my parents, two brothers and wives of both, all lie there under Prairie skies. So lucky. The Prairie puts its brand on you after long years, and you yearn to go back and revisit off and on. Now I am too old to travel from Vancouver Island, where Ron and I moved to, for his health. He is gone and lies in "Mountain View," my sister, Mary Tinkler, near him. Some day I will join them, out here where the sunny skies of Alberta give way to cloudy skies of B.C.
Prairie Grasslands

But we all know where each one lies, and remember how life used to be. When you look back you realize how far apart are all the family tree folks, of how many miles we are apart, yet all of us remembered and loved, and are happy with this knowledge and where each one of them lies.

Today I am feeling a bit better. So many memories.

Mom xxxxx
1st day of summer, 2009

Letty spent thirty years in Medicine Hat, where she was born, and then upon her return from England, twenty-seven years in Calgary. She enjoyed the year-round sunshine of the prairies so much, but the cold winters rather than Ron's health, plus my move to Vancouver Island in 1979, were what drew them to the west coast.

Letty went through increasing periods of melancholy, wanting to return to Medicine Hat. In this post she realizes she does not have the health for such a journey, even by air, but in the last year of her life, no longer in complete possession of her faculties, it became an unfortunate obsession. Her last trip to Alberta was to see her sister, Mary, shortly before Mary died in the 1980s.

Friday, November 20, 2015

My View #154 - Gardens

Letty and Ron in their front garden, April 1995
Gardens come in all shapes and sizes, and give you an idea of what type of gardener they have. The variety of gardens is really wonderful.

The song, "In An English Country Garden" is one of my favorites, and it is self-explanatory, delightful and easy on the ears.

Some gardens are small and full of weeds, some are small and a real pleasure to look at, while other's efforts to grow pretty shrubs and flowers, turn to having a nice vegetable garden. All gardens if loved and cared for are lovely. Even children love to garden.

Then there are the big, beautiful, professional gardens, covering many, many acres, in every country of the world. These take years to achieve, are very popular places to walk, visit and appreciate all the hard work it takes to keep them maintained. People love beauty and a garden is where you will find it, even in a small, small garden, outside a kitchen door. Mine is just a small one.

Letty Evans
May 15, 2009

Here's a link to the website of the world famous Butchart Gardens in Saanich, BC, Canada.
Letty continued gardening, albeit at a much reduced scale, into her nineties. Even if all she could manage was a few potted annuals, she derived much pleasure from working with the soil.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

My View #158 - Our Footprints of Time

Anyone who has walked barefoot by a river, lake or sea, has left their footprints in the sand, mud or rocky shore.

By a river, where I grew up, it was a rocky shoreline, of the South Saskatchewan River. Some places were a treasure and sandy, and you automatically rubbed your feet in sand. It must be a natural thing to do, comforting, hot and soft and a fine feeling of peace invades your soul.

Lake beaches are (in summer) covered with people, all wanting that refreshing feeling, warm sand supplies, and we soak up. Kelowna and other lakesides are like that, warm and replenishing to the body.
Bobby and Linda at Oak Bay Beach, Victoria BC, 1956

Now, the seashore beaches are very different, because waters there are salty, very controlled by the tides, and some beaches are miles long and very, very attractive and inviting. Here the sand is deep, warm and delicious. We leave our footprints in it, sleep on it, camp on it, and love it, and hope the tide won't wash our patch of paradise away. But it will and does. Our footprints, gone forever and we have to remember, our footprints on sand are like life in general, here today, gone tomorrow. So enjoy those sandy visits to the hilt. Those are our footprints of time. It is good therapy for our feet too. Enjoy it.
Photo by Imoptics

For my family xxx
May 30, 2009

Hi! I think this is the best page I ever wrote. Love you all. Mom xxx

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

My View #152 - Dreams

We all have dreams of doing something in our lives, that only we will be proud of and try our best to achieve. Sometimes these come true, surprising us in ways we did not expect. Sometimes we never get close to our dreams, but other things get in the way, disappointment is the result and we have to accept this.

"We live in hope, if we die in despair." Someone wrote that phrase, how true it is I don't know, but to me the despair didn't come until I was in my nineties. I always wanted to visit Holland and New Zealand, don't laugh, and to be an R.N. (registered nurse)

Otherwise my life has been very eventful, busy, happy and comfortable. So those wild dreams don't matter at all now, just dreams of long years agol

Have a good day, and dream on. Yours might come true. A program on Channel 4 set me off on this track today. I hope it made you smile.

April 18, 2009

I could not find the quote, and believe it is not accurate, since it makes no sense. Possibly it was, "we live in hope but we die in despair." One of Letty's final dreams was to return to Medicine Hat, the town of her birth. At her advanced age, travel was no longer recommended or possible, so she did not go. 

Sunday, November 15, 2015

My View #150 - My Houses

I have lived in a variety of houses in my long life. Every one was a challenge, to make it a home, to enjoy and raise a family, in the sometimes limited space.

The first house was 110 - 8th Street, Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada. It had a parlour, dining room, kitchen, pantry, 3 bedrooms and a big bathroom in the basement, and a wide veranda across the front of the house, also a big back yard and room for kids to play. I was born at 110 - 8th Street. I am unsure if this is the correct house, but it fits Letty's description.

For seven years we lived there happily, then the Great Depression started, and we lost our house and were forced to move. A terrible seven years of drought, dirt, and depression followed and my parents were so upset and worried. Both of them worked very, very hard to fix up this old farm house, we called "Weather Beaten," at 92 Third Street, Medicine Hat. It had a living room, bedrooms, a greenhouse, and an attic. There was a big old barn and an old chicken house, phew!! And one tap in the greenhouse and an outside toilet. So I know, first hand, what "roughing it" mans. Hundreds of people n Canada were in the same fix, and we were lucky as my Dad was  a carpenter, and had a job.

It took many years to make it a very nice home, and my dear parents will always be my love and mentors for the whole of my life. They taught us not to look down on the poor, you never know what hardships they have had. I and Mary, my older sister, were both married from this house. My Mom died from this house, a terrible loss to me. She was 62 years old, poor Mummy.

The next house I lived in, for ten months, was in England. I was a War Bride and Mrs. Livingston, a friend of Ron's, gave us a home during the war. So I kept looking and finally found a house to live in, for me and Ron when he came home from the war. I was so glad. It was a "side by side, back to back" row house, 26 Cross Lane, Primrose Hill, Huddersfield, Yorkshire, UK, 4 floors and 3 sets of stairs. I liked that old house and we spent 8 happy years in it, and had Linda and Bob there. We didn't have much money, so I did sewing for years, which helped a lot. Our children were 4 and 2 years old when we came back to Canada.

It was June 1953 when we went to live in a wee house in Bowness, Alberta, at 326 Victoria Avenue, (later changed to 6128 Bowwood Drive, after Calgary took over.) At that time houses were very scarce, we were lucky to get one. A very small house we rented for 2 years, then we bought it. Ron said it had "good potential." Wow! What a time, so again we started, repairing and enlarging it, until we had three bedrooms, living and dining room, kitchen and bathroom, and then built a garage and for years we were happy to be in it. We stayed there until we moved to BC after 27 years.If you click the link, the house is only partially visible. It is to the right center of the page, with a large window facing to the right of the photographer. The angled property on the left is where my father's garage used to be.
6128 Bowwood Drive when we lived there. Letty is just visible between the two bushes, which are now 20 ft tall.

This move to BC was to be our last move, to Mill Bay (Morris place, no house # there) on Vancouver Island, a lovely place. Our new house to be built by Christmas, this was July 1, 1980. We have landed. Ron was a sick, heart-troubled man, but it was fun to see the house being built. I had designed the house myself, the plan was taken to Duncan for approval and it passed, with good comments. Norman Bibby was the builder. For 11 years we lived there. One day Dr. Gallagher said "it would be better to move to Duncan, to be nearer the hospital," as Ron's heart was so bad.

So for our last move we came to Duncan, to live in a senior's complex, "Holmes Creek Estate," on Sherman Road, #24, 3144, in September 1991. It is a very nice house and I am still in it. My love, Ronnie, died in 1996, he is ever in my heart and mind. So this is the end of moving, until that great day comes, and I join Ronnie again.
Letty outside her Sherman Road home

To my family, a little more history. Love you,
Mom xxxxx
March 2009

PS: Five moves is enough. (This is my final story I am going to write. Hope you enjoyed them. Mom.)

As it turned out, Letty had two more moves. In September 2013, two weeks after her 100th birthday, she was moved to a nursing home, because the doctor was unwilling to discharge her home after a series of falls. She remained in a nursing home for 5 months, but Bob took her to his home in Chemainus, where she lived until her death in December, 2014.

And as you'll see, this is far from her final story.... to be continued.

Friday, November 13, 2015

My View #149 - Rivers

Rivers are neat things. If we didn't have rivers, we wouldn't have so many other things that are interesting to us. The mighty South Saskatchewan River flowed right through the middle of Medicine Hat. A very heavy run-off in June was scary. We could see it from our house and we had a big respect for it, especially in flood time, in June each year. After many years, the Province decided to put dams on it and as years went by the Ghost Dam, Seebe Dam, and Bears Paw Dam cut the flood trouble and provided power for industry in and around Medicine Hat. These dams are all on the Bow River, upstream of Calgary.
South Saskatchewan River through Medicine Hat, Alberta
In Huddersfield, Yorkshire, where we lived for 9 years, the River Colne was nearby, a dirty, small river that carried away waster from woolen mills. Every time we went to town we crossed it. After the War, a 1000 lb. bomb was found sunk in it and had to be got rid of, great excitement, no injuries. The Thames River is a wide placid river and very, very busy.
River Colne - - 324944" by Stanley Walker. Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 via Commons. Letty would be amazed to see how clean this river is now.
In Calgary, where we lived for 27 years, were the Bow, the Elbow, and Fish Creek, all rushing through the town, and in June, again, floods occurred at times.
The Bow River in summer, near Banff, Alberta

The Bow River in Calgary Alberta during the floods of 2013.
On Vancouver Island, where I live now, we have a small creek on the property, Bens (sic.; should be Holmes) Creek. The Cowichan River, nearby, is a lovely river, very popular with everyone. So that is my bit about rivers I have known."
The lovely Cowichan River near Duncan, BC, Canada

Letty Evans
March 4, 2009

Thursday, November 12, 2015

My View #148 - Kitchens for the Elderly

Most kitchens don't fit the people who use them. It all depends on a person's height. I could design one for short people like me, 5 feet tall (closer to 4'8" at the age she is writing thanks to osteoporosis.) Three shelves are fine for tall people, but to a five foot or under (and there are thousands of us) they are useless, waste space, or you have to stand on a chair to reach them. Windows over a sink are a darned nuisance, too, you can't reach up to clean them unless you are seven foot tall. When you are old, climbing on chairs is a no-no.

What are we to do? Wire racks of sliding shelves are wonderful, so are lazy susans, but so few are used. I love the sliding shelves, a wonderful improvement, on the "bend-down and pick-out" kind.

Men must have designed kitchens, 5'11" men. Ladies, we have a job to do. We need to make our own patterns for our future kitchens. Sliding, adjustable shelves would be an immense advance for all kitchens. At least we should have a choice, men see only one design.

Letty Evans
March 1, 2009

Just a few years after Mom wrote this, many people, men and women, turned their attention to designing homes where seniors could age in place; in other words, remain in a home that would allow them independence without the legitimate problems Mom described. Click here for examples.

"Residential Design for Aging in Place" kitchen. Oven is in mid-wall (no bending) and the shelf underneath it holds a pie just taken from the oven (less risk of dropping.)

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

My View #147 - Worry

We all know what it is to worry, we all have our reasons for it and our own ways of dealing with it. Does worrying over something help? No! So we worry on and hope fills our hearts. Some people can hide it from view, but some have to talk and talk and cannot let go and relax. Some chew their nails, some have "worry beads" and some cry silently and are afraid.

I am in the last group. I have always been afraid of the dark, and one light, shining through my window at night, gives me comfort. So I leave my blinds open at night, since Ronnie died, and I know I am not alone. What a comfort that street lamp is. A big brave sissy I am! So good night, sleep well, and don't worry, you are in God's care.

Love to all
Mom xxx
February 25, 2009

Letty was in fact a big worrier, about things large and small. She worried about whether I was wearing warm enough clothes when I was middle-aged. She worried about things she had no control over in the larger world. But it wasn't until she wrote this piece, that I learned she was afraid of the dark. She never told me why.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

My View #146 - Collision

On the noon news on Thursday, Feb 12th, an eerie news item was announced, and so far has not been mentioned again. Why? To me, it was important and topical. Are the two countries trying to hush it up? I would like to know. The item was this:

"We just heard a report that two man made satellites had collided over north eastern Russia, an American satellite and a Russian satellite. Lots of debris resulted from the crash. It happend on Tuesday, the report said."
Artist's conception of a satellite collision.

Letty Evans
February 15, 2009

P.S. Colleen and Philip heard this news item too and had an idea the USA and Russia are both ashamed it happened to them.

Space debris is an increasing problem as more and more satellites and debris from broken satellites clutter the orbital space around our planet. I doubt the countries involved were ashamed; the Russian satellite was a spent one and likely there was no way to control it.

Monday, November 9, 2015

My View #146a - Carry the Flame

It would have been fun, to carry "the Flame,"
To share in all the hoopla, that goes with Olympic fame.
To hear people cheering, laughing, happy, brave.
To share a moment in history, for a Canadian maid,
Or young man, on a journey of hope and joy.
I am 95 1/2 years right now, Canadian born and bred,
A sports woman all my life, and right to the end.
So come on kids, or oldsters, do your best,
Make me proud, so those who carry the Flame
Will always look back and say, "we helped them win."
I wish I had been there. To carry it,
50 feet, no more, as I walk with a cane.

Good luck to all the young at heart,
and victories galore.

F.L. Evans
February 20, 2009

Letty is talking about the heroic Olympic Torch Relay held all across Canada in the year leading up to the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, BC. Here are some facts and photos from the event.
The longest Olympic Torch Relay in history, it covered 45,000 km in Canada and 2160 in Greece.

There were 12,000 Torchbearers in Canada, and 560 in Greece. The Torch passed within a 1 hour drive of over 90% of the Canadian population, including Vancouver Island where Letty lived.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

My View #145 - Just Me

Each morning when I awake,
I open my eyes, look at the sky,
Surprised, I am here for another day,
And say, "Thank you God."

Every night, when prayers are said,
I settle thankfully into bed, unknowing
What tomorrow will bring,
None of us know what our lot will be, by dawn.

My children who love me, my special care,
Realize the changes, of age, that occur.
I no longer can do, as I used to do,
Now it doesn't bother me, just give in,
Accept every gift of help, with a smile, a kiss,
Be grateful, you are blessed with family and friend.

And this is where this episode ends,
"Mom" to such a lovely "Crew."

All my love and gratitude to all folks I love so much.

It's bedtime. - Goodnight.

Letty Evans
February 3, 2009

Saturday, November 7, 2015

My View #144 - The English Language?

The English Language is the common denominator for most countries of the world. How they use and speak it is another matter (and wonder.) To speak it properly is a real treat for a keen listener. Some people speak a second language, and some a third, and some can converse in multi languages. These talkers fascinate me, a born Canadian, and I only speak English. What stopped me being bilingual? Shortage of teachers at school? Latin and French were optional subjects to take, but classes were small. I enjoyed learning Latin but didn't keep it up. Too bad.

Some things that bug me in speech are:

Toronto  -  "Tronna"
I  -  "me"
going  -  "gonna"
yes  -  "yeah" "yup"
water  -  "wadder"
rout  -  to dig or chase
route  -  a specified direction (often pronounced as "rout" instead of "root. In the USA don't know the difference.)

The alphabet is all vowels and consonants, hard sounds and soft sounds.
For example: A vowel followed by a consonant and a vowel, use the hard sound, like "baby" or "hose."
A vowel followed by 2 consonants and a vowel, use the soft sound - like "babby" or "chose."

Did you learn anything? Have fun.

January 2009

It's unfortunate that Letty lacked the opportunity for more education. Many of her so-called facts are incorrect or incomplete, but she was driven to use whatever knowledge she had, and share it. Her statement that English is the common denominator language may offend some readers. It was her opinion, and not mine.

Friday, November 6, 2015

My View #143 - The Desperate Hours (The Great Recession)

The desperate hours have arrived. I have been watching the change in the world exchanges the last few years and have been fearful of what is happening now. I lived through and remember this happening in 1929, as I was only 16 years old, the feelings and newspapers are the same. Money, food, jobs, all happy thinking suspended, and worry rules the world.

Even the weather has turned against us, at the moment, and all we can do is keep in touch with all your loved ones, help them if you can, and be prepared, things will be worse before they get better. Pray to God that this getting better will happen sooner than we expect and will help everyone recover.

I didn't expect to live through those hard, hard times again. Seven years of drought, homes lost and people under severe stress, hope lost.

Be grateful for what you have. XXX

January 24, 2009

Personally, I'm grateful that the Great Recession, bad as it was, was nowhere near as destructive as the Great Depression. Did we learn anything from it? I'm not sure.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

My View #142 - The Police

I have always respected the Police, no matter where I have lived or visited. They have a very strict, hard job to do, and very helpful and respectful, in any interview I have had to have with them. Only once, a female officer showed her ugly side to me, after a mistake in office recordings. Apart from her, my respect for this branch of public safety is still very good. I like to know and live near Police officers, and feel safe. Thanks to all of you and patent (sic) to all.

F.L. Evans
January 19, 2009

As a woman of European ancestry who lived a law-abiding life, Letty had little reason to have any other opinion. She was sheltered from the world of poverty, gangs, dysfunctional justice systems, bigotry, and other social problems that beset entire countries, and parts of developed nations where the 21st century has not yet penetrated the minds, laws, or hearts of some citizens and their police. I don't want to detract from my mother's writings, and my own limited experience with police officers has also been professional and uneventful. 

But I empathize with minorities, and other disadvantaged groups such as women in countries like Afghanistan or Pakistan, who may be unfairly targeted by police officers. These people are afraid of the police. 

Monday, November 2, 2015

My View #141 - The Cold

Sometimes it is just too cold to go outside. This is a prime example of what's going on in our country this winter. Miserably cold. And it won't let up for months in some parts of Canada, Russia, Norway, Sweden and China, until April or May. I remember those long cold winters on the Prairies, the only warm footwear being Indian moccasins and 3 or 4 layers of wool socks and stockings, at 40 and 50 below zero Fahrenheit, and leather mitts over woolen gloves or mitts. No long pants for females in those days.

I do believe the world is warmer now, but this winter could just be a sample of what could be ahead for us in years to come. Lives are so often lost to the vicious cold, it is a sneaky process and causes us to relax. The brilliant sunshine that is linked to a bright cold day can be deadly.

Winter is not my favourite time of the year. Your face has the toughest skin of your whole body, and every winter we froze our cheeks, ears, and the skin under our chin or nose. They hurt when thawing, and once you freeze them and don't realize it, they freeze easier next year.

So be prepared and wrap up warm.
Modern winter moccasins by Minnetonka, still the warmest footwear in my opinion.

January 15, 2009

(from and old Prairie Chicken)